Dear you,

Tonight, it began with an IM about how you sometimes believe they faked their deaths and they're waiting for the perfect chance to take you back.

I have never met anyone as self-destructive as you. You are my closest female friend and I often call you a sister (which probably creeps you out a bit, but who am I to care?), but I don't think you realize how many of us would miss you if you were to leave.

I jokingly worry about how I will make it through next year in a new school but I honestly worry if you'll live it through the night. I'm glad you can open up to me and tell me what you're internally struggling with, but is it my fault that I care if you live? I want you to be happy, as I always tell you, and I know there's no way you or I can fix it in one step.

Please tell your aunt and uncle. It won't hurt as much as you think.

Sincerely,
Me.